I’m Left all the way down to my bones. My bone marrow is made up of lots of microscopic Karl Marx mustaches. It’s partly why I’m so curmudgeonly.
When I was born I was brought home from the hospital to a house that grew mushrooms in the hallway. I was raised in a council house until I was 14 years old. My mother and I lived in a cluster of homes shared by the isolated elderly, refugees, single parents with highly special needs children, drug dealers and chop shops.